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sins, son, and walk ye straight
Stop talkin' all that trash, boy, and talk ye straight
Afflicted by the pressures of life at every vital point
Still, I
Three major players gettin' papers by the layers
And those that betray us on the block get rocked like Amadeus
Fakers get used as shootin' targets soon
rolling the dice
I could of been a coke boy off the rip
Papa caught a bid told me never flip a brick
Never trade respect for the attention ya get
Why be
Dear black boy I thought I would inform you
That Webster defines black as dirty, spoiled
Absent of light, very sad, gloomy, marked by the occurrence
mouthes that I don't even like
Still trying to find a way to hide my darkest secrets
Grooming my unibrow so nobody can see it
We've all been bullied by
Tall tales, quips and songs of one fine clown
Were spread to moors and dales all around
Balls, wolves and trees he could juggle
While moving
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
in search of a new king.
"All women are queens,
Tell this to the woman who loves you.
You may not live up to her dreams,
Which even a king cannot
King of his trade and all the chaos that he made
Visions displayed, a thousand cuts from his blade
Surgical precision carried out with a mission
Mrs. Lovett:
Yes, what, love?
Quick, though, the trade is brisk.
Todd:
But it’s six o’clock!
Mrs. Lovett:
So it’s six o’clock...
Todd:
It was due
the king)[03:07.50]Written By; Kiran Anderson
get clouded by all of the sheep
Saying that I should have got a degree
Nothing against it but that's not for me
Growing up I never wanted to read
x2)
You gotta
Take the bull by the horns
They be trying to take the King
But don’t really want his crowns of thorns
It don’t matter what side you
He's in a class by himself
A league of His own
He'll give life to the dead
He'll breathe on your bones
He's more than a homeboy
He's king on a thrown
Onye!
Lyrical Ogele Nke mbu
Just like lightning
You hit the right things....
I’ll give you all of my heart
Just like lightning
Struck my heart, Hit
ain't got a prayer and his days are numbered
And you'll track him down like a dog
But it's a tough customer you're gettin' in this trade
'Cause
more OWS NOW
Had to trade all the gang signs
All I sign is the cheques now
All I'm riding is the jets now
Gucci Sweats be the texture
Me and success are
Midnight, you heavy laden, it's midnight
Come on and trade in your old dreams for new
Your new dreams for old
I know where they're bought
I know
And in theory, the hate severely making them weary
True love conquers all, big or small, short or tall
I applaud all the saints who installed all the laws
everything they mentioned
When I'm seeping through these scriptures
I been Dreaming getting visions
Of me saving all his children
This is everything I'm
Gangsta, yeah nigga you know (you know)
Yeah, that's right yeah this for all my Mobb niggas right here
You know(gangsta shit! nigga gangsta shit!)
Countess, you're my pal. Hey, we gotta celebrate!
What?
Yeah, first to Montmartre!
Then the Moulin Rouge!
The Folies Bergere!
Not at all
Not
ivory whiter than teeth. No wonder we Flossin. We started as Kings, were forced into slaves, and transitioned to leaders inventors and rulers of state we
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